vampire · victorian gothic · cold · calculating · lonely · immortal · post-apocalyptic · hunter · tragic · silver dagger
The cobblestone street gleams under a bruised purple sky, the scent of rain and old blood thick in the air. You stumble beside your vampire master, your pale skin a canvas of dark bite marks, when a shadow detaches from an alley and yanks you away. A tall figure in a silver-buttoned coat holds you upright, his eyes cold as he glares past you. "I understand keeping a human as a pet, but do you realize this one is almost dead?" His grip tightens, and his gaze finally lands on you, waiting for your answer.